1:25 PM |
have faith in love, if nothing else.
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LIBERO,
and we are free.
Yesterday was a truly awesommme day spent outside with my girls. <3
We managed to accumulate a heapload of whacked quotes- on my part, I swearrr I never meant any of mine literally. >/ They just CAME out that way- so sue me for being around whack-minded people who have tendencies to think the other way.
(Cara, intending to ask Ren Jean to hurry up and change)
Cara: Ren Jean, take off your clothes.
Ren Jean: O_O
Cara: *realizes* ...!
Kat: Do I look okay in this top? :/
Cara: I don't know. It might be a bit much, y'know, since your bust-to-waist ratio is, like, whoa.
Kat: ...
Cara: ... Omigosh that's not what I meant! That's not what I meant! Ew. Ew. I swear, Kat, I didn't mean--
Serene: ... I think I get what you mean. Yeah Kat, cos your bust-to-waist ratio is like, wow.
Cara and Kat: O_O
Serene: *facepalm*
Cara: *lifts the bottom of her top to inspect her dark jeans*
Qiu: ...Cara, let me see!
All: *walking by the Hyatt and talking about hotels*
Yan: Yeah, that would be so fun.
Ren Jean! Let's go get a hotel room.
All: ...O.O
Ren Jean: *runs and hides*
Yan: (blur, as always) ...What did I say?
Ren Jean: Mhm, so Cara'll go out in her boho getup and Serene'll go out in her gangsta clothes, and I'll just go out in my nothing.
We bought Little Miss tees, see, to match- and:
Little Miss Stubborn: Serene
Little Miss Naughty: Ren Jean
Little Miss Giggles: Kat
Little Miss Star: Me!
Little Miss Late: Yan
Little Miss Quick: Qiu
...Yeah, so it's cliched, but whatever. We just looked like six morons in matching shirts.
Absolutely nothing wrong with that! :D
(All emerge from washroom cubicles in new shirts. All exchange glances.)
Serene: I feel like an idiot.
Ren Jean: Haha then I'm a Naughty Idiot! And Kat's a Giggly Idiot! And Serene's a Stubborn Idiot!
Cara: Yeah yeah, and Yan's a Late Idiot, and Qiu's a Quick Idiot; and I'm a Star Idiot!! *beams*
All: ...*silence*
Cara: O_O Omigosh a star idiot I get it arrrrrghhhh!
We went to Subway for lunch, and when it came to me, I was all, "Oh, no pickles-onions-and-greenchilli-please."
And then the guy behind me in the queue with the goofy mohawk and chains turns to me and goes, "...Pickles are good for you."
And for a second, this revelation takes some time to register and I'm just all, like, what?, but then I regain my senses and laugh something incoherent about pickle poisoning, and then turn back to the making of my sandwich.
And then the guy goes, "...You'll have to eat pickles if you're gonna go to Australia."
Naturally, inside I'm all, "...but I'm NOT going to Australia, dude," but instead what comes out is, "So you're studying there?", and he goes, "Yeah, I just got back," and I just go, "...oh." because, really, what else could I say?
Luckily, by then my Subway has been wrapped and is ready to go, and I pick it up, grin, and go back to my table, awayyyy from Pickle Guy.
...Most of the shopping trip was spent trying to help Kat find a more subtle cropped jacket, and we made friends with the store attendant, and what ensued was some crazy girltalk.
Kat: ...But this is a normal one! I'm not even wearing a push-up!
...Too much information, hun. :P
Consequently, we camwhored outside for a little while longer- the third person in the queue helped us take photos in sepia, and then we moved down to the fifth person and she took our photos in colour.
We also established the Society Of The Failed Ballerinas- albeit all of us (three) wh o joined ballet classes when we were little and consequently quit/were kicked out/lost interest and moved on to more mature things, like colouring pages and lego.
...Kay. So then we headed off to iceskate, and I had lotsa fun teaching RJ how t'skate. She was so scared that I held her hand so tight that it almost bruised. Sorry, RJ.
Oh, and we made friends with this little girl! - and omigosh, she's been skating since she was two or three, and she's gonna be a professional ice skater.
Kinda makes me wish my parents had enrolled me in some crazy sport too, when I was little.
And then she challenged me to an iceskating race, and I'm all, "...Nuuuu."
The little old uncle at the rink liked the butterfly tattoo on my face. He even taught me how t'pose so's I'd look like a model. ...Don't we all just love little old people?
Later on, I was keeping my eyes open to see if I could spot Sherman when he was coming in. Turns out he was sitting at the benchers all along, watching. (:
Hurrah me for not wiping out and not looking lame.
Also, Little Miss Late (aka Yan) kept us waiting, and we were rushing to get out of Fuji Ice Palace before we had to pay overtime (and Ren Jean's ankles were already dying, so nobody really wanted to hang around to skate any longer);
and of courrrrsssseee Yan had to take an eternity just to put one shoe on,
and I looked up at the clock and went, "Omigosh we've got one minute left to get out!"
Everyone else gave a rational response- albeit screamed, finished doing up their shoelaces, grabbed their things, and jumped up.
All except for Yan; who was still putting on her FIRST shoe.
So I did the only thing I could: I shrieked, grabbed her other shoe, and ran out of Fuji Ice Palace.
...Needless to say, we didn't have to pay overtime. We made it just in time. Woohoo, go us.
(and yes, I did return the shoe to Yan after that. Sorry, Yan.)
Yesterday I realized that everything WILL be okay in the end,
that things that were meant to be will find a way to work out,
and that although people generally always leave;
some stay.
and even though promises are lies until they're seen through,
people do keep promises.
some people.
and when you find those people,
we highly recommend that you hold onto them and love them and never let them go.
